There is a new four-letter word in my vocabulary.
It is P-A-R-K.
I always have thought of motherhood and going to the park as being linked in some way.
I have tried to have a successful excursion to the park many times. Trips to the park and I can no longer coexist in the same continuum.
It is my new buzz word.
If you are wondering why I hate the park so much, it would be hard to define unless you have been to the park with my children and myself.
We drive all the way there talking about how we're gonna stay close to each other and when Momma calls you, You had better come. We all agree that this is our game plan. The moment our tiny feet hit the pavement, we switch into "Divide and Conquer" mode.
I try to scoot along behind them, er... him at breakneck speeds dragging little sister along behind me. All the while, tossing out friendly reminders of how we agreed to stay within eye shot of one another.
Within moments, I am panting and sweating and frothing, he is not only not within eye shot, he's not within earshot.
I sprint to catch up.
We leave the park.
Babies are crying.
Momma is livid.
We weep and gnash teeth all the way home.
Our conversation ends as I say, "When you go to the park you play. You go down slides, play on monkey bars, etc. If all you want to do is RUN, I'll get you a treadmill..."
He then asks, "What's a treadmill?" in a tone that suggests it must be the greatest thing on earth...
OY!
I hate the park!
4 comments:
OK. maybe you should ignore the email i just sent you. i am apparently doing things in the wrong order this evening.
it'd be too much to hope for a girls trip to the park, huh? girl babies and mamas?
i'll keep dreamin... :)
call me anyway. maybe we can find something less frustrating to do.
Being one of those moms who takes their kids to the park on a regular basis always seemed like the hight of motherhood to me. It's up there with baking fresh cookies after school, wearing an apron while you cook dinner every night, and possibly even having on pearls with the perfectly ironed dress you wore while cleaning.
I hardly like playing outside and getting dirty and stinky, much less going to the park to do it. Don't worry, you're still a great mom. You have the coolest backyard ever for a kid! Wish we were coming to play in it tomorrow. =) Miss you....
My cell ran out of batteries when we were talking last night. Sorry. I wasn't home so I couldn't call you back.
Do you want to go to the park today:)
JK
solution: Park with a fence. aka: the backyard! ;)
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